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Gather roses partially open

elsewhere, Canada Geese

are back up horns for Miles.

Life is a too full spit trap.

Ordinance moves on Moscow.

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Dizzy peered over the brass,

compared the sound to bombs,

and with a head shake hummed

a few blue bars. A sound heard

around daybreak.

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Sarah and Etta took a spirit-walk

across the Bulkans counting tanks

and missiles, wanting to sing

finding no songs equal to that 

shade of blue.

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Thelonious grinned, keyboarded,

and liking the blood flow, hit it

again all night at the speak-easy.

Blue notes drift over Europe

where fear is carefully composed.

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Billie levitates, takes a look and turns

back  into ashes, the setting sadder

than her reflection. Some songs

are too sad to be sung. She oughta

know.

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Lady A

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